Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.